this is deep shit, guys. I'm not fucking around.

[themeletor]

so, I've been kind of fringe-internet because OKAY WHAT KIND OF CRAZY PERSON DECIDES TO DIVE HEAD-FIRST INTO NUMBER THEORY AFTER LECTURES HAVE ALREADY BEEN GOING ON FOR A WEEK, AND ALSO I'M THE ONLY NON-MATH MAJOR IN THE CLASS? oh. yeah, me. *vbg* ... *wince*

in a nutshell, though, courses (E212 Shakespeare's History Plays, E264 The Irish Story, G101 Elementary German, M232 Number Theory) are going well and I am going insane. everything's totally right on schedule, yanno?

also, the vegetarian options for dinner tonight suck. and "Braised Beef with Root Vegetables & Blueberry Wine?" really kinda makes me wish I ate red meat D:

I may just nap/read catch-up number theory, hit SuperSnacks early and try to finish, um, SOMETHING (where something = WIP fic, of which I have two, perhaps three, and all were intended to be one-night things).

p.s. - Numb3rs S1 dvds arrived today. Rob Morrow puts evil, bad wrong thoughts in my head. NO SRSLY.

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The first three I've never heard of. Eavan Boland is overwhelmingly not-good. Padraic Pearse was possibly a paedophile (though it can't be proven). Irish History/Literature drives me up the wall. We're force-fed too much of it over here.